Gee, I was hoping it died a quiet death. I like jokes a lot, and am always sending them and reading them, but I come here to read about buses, not blonds.

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Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body. But rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, a good Reisling in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming: WOO HOO, what a ride

The OT discussions help to round out the online personalities - It's sometimes boring if it is all business.

Keeping things light is crucial to a successful journey down the busnut path.

I read the subject line first & then decide if I want to read further. That is what it is there for.For those who don't want to read the jokes posted here, don't open anything with 'jokes' in the subject line.

I don't care for the moving of topics so much while they are active, too hard to keep up. But I'll deal with it.

BK, naaah, that was just a joke, Mine are still resting. I have driven them & I am collecting them. You may not understand, but collecting/ saving scenicruisers is more fun for me than some realize. I'm in no rush as I am having so much fun on this journey. I have an Airstream trailer (32') that I'm using to enjoy time with the kids before they realize they are too cool to hang out with their parents. As for the buses, the desire to convert one & restore one is still there, but life's circumstances are allowing me to explore other paths right now. Since my parents are avid Airstreamers, I'm getting to spend more time with them too. The fact that I'm a busnut allows me to help them understand their diesel pusher MH too.

There are as many ways to enjoy being a busnut as there are busnuts!

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Life is all about finding people who are your kind of crazy

Get your facts first, then you can distort them as you please (Mark Twain)

I received these two jokes from a fellow member of the boadr by e-mail! I guess he was afraid of getting flamed or something, but I thought they should be shared! I ain't SCEEERED! BK

When our lawn mower broke and wouldn't run, my wife kept hinting to me that I should get it fixed. But, somehow I always had something else to take care of first, the truck, the car, playing golf, always something more important to me.

Finally she thought of a clever way to make her point. When I arrived home one day, I found her seated in the tall grass, busily snipping away with a tiny pair of sewing scissors.

I watched silently for a short time and then went into the house. I was gone only a minute, and when I came out again I handed her a toothbrush. I said, "When you finish cutting the grass, you might as well sweep the driveway."

The doctors say I will walk again, but I will always have a limp.

Moral to this story:

Marriage is a relationship in which one person is always right, and the other is the husband.

"You don't stop laughing when you get old, you get old when you stop laughing!!"

> I would recognize this candidate even in my sailoring days after an all> night liberty.>>>> > Three Arkansas surgeons were playing golf together and discussing> > surgeries they had performed. One of them said, "I'm the best Surgeon in> > Arkansas. In my favorite case, a concert pianist lost seven fingers inan> > accident, I reattached them, and 8 months later he performed a private> > concert for the Queen of England.> >> > The second surgeon said. "That's nothing. A young man lost an arm andboth> > legs in an accident, I reattached them, and 2 years later he won a gold> > medal in track and field events in the Olympics.> >> > The third surgeon said, "You guys are amateurs. Several years ago awoman> > was high on cocaine and marijuana and she rode a horse head-on into a> > train traveling 80 miles an hour. All I had left to work with was the> > woman's blonde hair and the horse's behind. I was able to put them together> > and now she's running for President!

The only way to pull off a Sunday afternoon quickie with their 8 year old son in the apartment was to send him out on the balcony with a Popsicle and tell him to report on all the neighborhood activities.He began his commentary as his parents put their plan into operation:"There's a car being towed from the parking lot," he shouted."An ambulance just drove by.""Looks like the Anderson's have company," he called out."Matt's riding a new bike . . .""Looks like the Sanders are moving.""Jason is on his skate board . . ."After a few moments he announced, "The Coopers are having sex!!"Startled, his Mother and Dad shot up in bed! Dad cautiously called out, "How do you know they are having sex?""Jimmy Cooper is standing on his balcony with a Popsicle."